The Moon is a Benevolent Master

Don't worry about it, Mama.
The sand looks coarse
but it's actually pretty
soft.

Don't worry, Mama
I know it looks
like
I'm buried here
with only a protruding head
to prove that I'm real
but
I'll be alright.
When the tide comes in
I'll be swept away with it.
Tear away this leash around my neck
leading me like a dog
along the tightrope whims of men,
I'll be pulled only
by the solitary wisdom
of the moon.

Firelight

Sitting 'round the warmth of firelight
We had nothing to see but faces
illuminated orange, firefly.
I divined a message from the flames
Whose tongues leapt in foreign ecstasy:

"Fertile blessings
from the towers of Babylon--
The furniture's been moved out
the space is vacant."

From out of the darkness a man approached
a Shaman of distant lands.
In his hand a grand walking stick
And in his eyes the wisdom of Ages.

"It was all empty to begin with,"
the man with the long beard said to me.
Later that night I realized he was right
When suddenly I could see
The stars in the sky were reflections of mine own eye

And on this flaming orb of stardust we sit:
Reflections in the eyes of distant Others.
An endless hall of mirrors,
The Universe unfolds itself
as a spider caught in his web.